Part 9 (1/2)

The label on the tube read, 'Advanced Perfect Night Cream.'

'Why did you steal Inga's night cream?' I asked distractedly. Inside my head, the words were repeating: You're mad, you're mad, you're mad. You're mad, you're mad, you're mad.

Laurel shrugged. 'Partly for you. Those girls are being total b.i.t.c.hes to you. But mostly for fun. You should have seen her, running down the hallway with her hair all sc.r.a.ped back in this big pink claw grip and no makeup on!'

'Yeah, she looked like one of those photos you see in Woman's Day Woman's Day: ”Stars Without Their Makeup”. It was cla.s.sic!' said Erin. 'Just goes to show those girls are only human once their ten centimetres of makeup come off. Which is kind of disappointing. I was sort of wis.h.i.+ng they were covered in scales ...'

'I might go in now,' I interrupted. I was suddenly feeling very tired, and my head was beginning to ache. I was grateful that Laurel and Erin were standing up for me (in their own peculiar way) but I needed to get away from them. I just wanted to lie down and sleep and forget about what had just happened ... and what it might mean.

'No, hang on, love. You haven't told us why you you are outside at 11 pm,' said Erin. 'Didn't they tell you we have a curfew?' are outside at 11 pm,' said Erin. 'Didn't they tell you we have a curfew?'

'If there is a curfew, then why are you you outside now?' I retorted. outside now?' I retorted.

Erin rolled her eyes. 'We don't really do do curfew,' she said. 'But if you don't do curfew, you gotta do it right. Stay safe and stay hidden. You go in, but I think we'll hang around outside for a while. It's for our own safety. You know, because we have an insane makeup-deprived ogre on our tail. Right now, she's probably rallying the troops, and there's nothing scarier than a gang of bimbos who've had their makeup stolen!' curfew,' she said. 'But if you don't do curfew, you gotta do it right. Stay safe and stay hidden. You go in, but I think we'll hang around outside for a while. It's for our own safety. You know, because we have an insane makeup-deprived ogre on our tail. Right now, she's probably rallying the troops, and there's nothing scarier than a gang of bimbos who've had their makeup stolen!'

Laurel bent over double with silent, wheezy giggles.

And I laughed too. Just a little bit. Laurel and Erin were funny.

'Are you like us?' asked Erin, while Laurel attempted to cease her giggling by pressing hard on her mouth with the palm of her hand. 'Are you a bit rebellious rebellious too, Tessa?' too, Tessa?'

I shook my head. 'I'm not rebellious. I just needed some air.'

'Well, that is is disappointing,' Erin replied. 'For a minute there I thought we'd found another girl who thinks Cascade Falls is bulls.h.i.+t.' disappointing,' Erin replied. 'For a minute there I thought we'd found another girl who thinks Cascade Falls is bulls.h.i.+t.'

I felt myself blus.h.i.+ng at Erin's coa.r.s.eness. 'Um, how do you mean?' I asked feebly, feeling foolish for my embarra.s.sment.

'You know: stupid, posh, w.a.n.ky school that gets all its money from big business capitalism and churns out girls whose only goal in life is to marry posh, w.a.n.ky capitalists. You know, the sort of school where girls who are as dumb as half a chicken can get to be prefects just because of who their daddies are. That sort of thing. Bulls.h.i.+t,' Erin said, shrugging.

'So, why do you go here, if you feel like that?' I asked.

'Scholars.h.i.+ps,' said Laurel and Erin at exactly the same time.

'Lord's Trust scholars.h.i.+ps. Would you believe we're actually pretty smart when we put our minds to it?' said Laurel, tapping the side of her head. 'You know there were only a few of us who got picked to go here from Scottsdale Public. What was it, E? Five of us in the beginning? The other girls couldn't hack it, though, and they were always getting in trouble for breaking curfew and stuff. Like, you reckon we're bad, you should've met them! They were the kind of bad Cat Connolly wished she was. But they didn't do it properly properly, like we do.'

My ears p.r.i.c.ked up at the mention of Cat, but Laurel didn't share my fascination. She went back to talking about the other girls. 'They made a big show of themselves, and drew attention to themselves,' she said, rolling her eyes. 'And they went to the same places every time they sneaked out, which is the most important thing not to do. Always keep 'em guessing. Always stay one step ahead. Then you don't get caught. I was kind of glad when they left gave us Scottsdale girls a bad name! Anyway, so they took off, never to be heard from since.'

'They still haven't heard from them?' asked Erin.

'Yeah, but it was Kelly Jones and Sally and Heidi Pritchard, remember?' She turned to me. 'The Joneses and the Pritchards aren't, like, the best of families, if you know what I mean. They're kind of rough, and there're heaps of kids in both the families. Dad said Mick Jones and Graeme Pritchard both got letters from the girls saying they were heading up to the mainland. Reckons Mick and Graeme were just happy to have the extra kids off their hands.'

'Our parents aren't like that,' said Laurel. 'Well, apart from your dad and his tigers.'

'Your father has tigers?' I asked Erin, my eyes wide. She laughed.

'Nah, mate. Not real tigers. Ta.s.sie tigers. He reckons he sees 'em sometimes, even though they're extinct. Reckons it's only white men who think they're extinct 'cos they're not in touch with nature like we are. He used to come home all freaked out from the bush and talk about seeing tigers, big as men, running around. Yeah, I know. Completely bonkers. I think he's getting better, though. He hasn't ”seen one” since right before I came to Cascade Falls not that he's told me about, anyway. Hey, actually, the last time he saw one was with Mick Jones and Graeme and your dad, remember?' she said to Laurel. 'Isn't it funny that we ended up being the kids who got sent here?'

Laurel laughed. 'Mr Lord probably reckoned he was doing us a favour, 'cos our parents were so barmy. My dad reckons he never really saw one, though. He was just backing up your dad 'cos they're mates. Our parents are all Van Diemen Industries labourers,' she explained. 'But most of the parents in Scottsdale are. Mr Lord picked us because we're super-smart. Kelly and Heidi actually were as well. They just didn't ”apply” themselves like we do. We got those scholars.h.i.+ps 'cos our dads were VDI and 'cos we're young Einsteins. End of story. And we're doing the families proud, aren't we, E? Our parents have big dreams about us being the first in our families to go to uni and then becoming lawyers and doctors. Never mind the fact that I actually want to be in a rock band.'

'And I would rather die than be a lawyer,' added Erin. 'I'm going to be a comic book artist. And you don't need a diploma from Cascade Falls to be one of those. What are you gonna be when you finish school, Tessa?'

I shook my head. I didn't know. I didn't know what I was now, now, let alone what I would be when I was older. let alone what I would be when I was older.

I was Tessa. I was tough. I was brave. I liked waffles. That was all I knew.

My voice didn't listen to my brain, though, because it suddenly blurted out, 'I will be the leader.'

'A leader, you mean?' asked Laurel. 'Like, the Prime Minister?' leader, you mean?' asked Laurel. 'Like, the Prime Minister?'

'Yeah, I can see it,' said Erin, nodding. 'Tessa Connolly. Australia's second female Prime Minister.'

'Or third or fourth,' Laurel retorted. 'I reckon now they've seen a chick can do it just as well better than a bloke, they're never gonna let a bloke do it again.'

Prime Minister? Australia had a Prime Minister? And it was a woman? That all seemed very strange to me, but I resolved to find out more about it when my head did not feel as though it were about to collapse in upon itself. Besides, they were wrong. I did not mean the the leader. I just meant leader of ... of ... leader. I just meant leader of ... of ...

I sighed. I couldn't think. My brain was too befuddled. 'I need to go back to my room now,' I said.

'Okay, see ya,' said Erin, looking at me curiously.

'I'm just tired,' I added.

'No worries,' said Laurel.

As I walked away, Erin called out, 'Hey, Tessa. If you want to be a leader, do it! Don't let anything get in your way.'

'Thanks,' I called back.

'And Tessa, one more thing!' Laurel yelled.

'What?' I asked.

'If you're feeling better, can I've my hat back?' she called.

I reached in my bag and pulled out Laurel's woollen beanie, the beanie I never got to wear.

Because I can't leap walls.

I flung it over to her and it whacked Laurel in the face with an audible thwap thwap.

'Ow!' she exclaimed, but she was giggling, and I don't know how a woollen hat could really have hurt her. 'You should join the softball team, with an arm like that.'

She looked down at the hat and screwed up her nose, then threw it back to me. I caught it with one hand.

'You don't want it back?' I asked.

'Nah, don't worry about it,' said Laurel. 'You might need it again. Next time you break curfew.'